when Fuzz turned about 3 years old, something happened... his mom was taking him on a walk in the forest, like usual... but when he saw a prickled vine, he touched it, and it grew flowers immediately. His mom pretended to ignore it, but in reality, she was widely aware of what happened. when Fuzz and his mother got home, Fuzz heard the sound of quick footsteps running away. he turned around. his mother wasn't there.

'could she have actually abandoned me?' he thought, sitting in a tiny heap on the grass. His father opened the front door.

for almost the rest of his childhood, from age 5 to 10, Fuzz' father would abuse him and give him very little food. His father would put him to work in the fields all night and all day. the only chance Fuzz had to sleep was just the length of a nap.

eventually Fuzz ran away,tired and hungry, and he ran away to the city. he found a building and he climbed it. He jumped.

Fuzz opened his eyes. somehow he was still alive, and SOMEHOW, he was in a room that didn't look like a hospital room, but just a normal ordinary village room. SOMEHOW, Fuzz only had a headache and nothing else.

He stood up on his feet, and he walked suspiciously to he kitchen, where he saw a bat.